\r\n                                                   PATRICE\r\n                       Oh My God.\r\n                         \r\n          Master Patrolman Landers nears them with a Beer in his hand.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  LANDERS\r\n                       Who\'s da\' Soul Sistah, Stallworth?\r\n                       You been holding out on me.\r\n                         \r\n          Patrice stares at him with contempt.\r\n